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Crooked I - My Life 2.0
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Artist: Crooked I
Song: My Life 2.0
Produced by: Komplex
Appears on: St. Valentines Day Bossacre



Intro

This is my life man
Somebody call Oliver Stone up
Tell him I got a story for sale
Looselly based on my life
Don't call Spike Lee thogh
He don't understand niggas like me
I Knew him talking down on gangsters
I din't choose this life, It chose me.


This is my life mayne
If I could change it, I woundn't
Cause I made me who I am

Listen...

Verse1:

Nineteen Seventy Something...
And Momma is in the studio pregnant with Dominic while she was doing a song
Untill her water broke in the booth, Is not a joke, is the truth
from that point, lets move it allong
To the fact that my father was a rolling stone
before we know it, Dude was gone
Momma gotta do it alone, who would of known
At the same time that she gave me life
She might have ruined her own (why)
Cause she already had a son before me
Living in the big city she young and lonelly
put her faith in a nigga but his love was fony
said he would hold her down while she sung her songs G
Then he bounce put the pedal to the metal
No more record deals we living in the getto
Gangbang Drive-by Homicide place
full of puppets killing each other
Uncle Sam is Geppetto
Five years old when I see my first murder
playing outside I heard shots from the Ruger
Four Five bullets put the victim in the bushes
Them I made Eye contact with the shooter
Ran in the house told my mom "somebody die"
I never forget, It was a white boy from Hoover
All she could say was "Halleluuya You're Safe"
The she asked God to protect my future
Life As A Shorty Shouldn't Be So Rough!

Chorus:

I got my hat low, White T on
Gun in my waist, I'm a gangsta mayne
Flat broke living in the hood,
gotta get money so I jumped in the game
So many people I know, get killed like it ain't no thang
To you it's crasy I know, Real niggas gon feel my pain

Hat low, white T on
Gun in my waist, I'm a gangsta mayne
Flat broke living in the hood,
Gotta get money so I jumped in the game
So many people I know, get killed like it ain't no thang
To you it's crasy I know, real niggas gon feel my pain


Verse2:

Nineteen Ninety something...
And Mamma's lil boy is growing up,
while the thugs niggas callin' him "Crooked"
It was a name the she never understood,
but in the hood nagative is positive so Dominic took it
Look at the way that he hang with them older niggas,
Man them OG's gave him a gangsta style
A gun in the waist, a knive in the pocket, a pair of brass knuckles,
some mace and even some straight razors, Now...
Those are the tools he used to survive
in the most dangerous plase you could raise a child
Momma can't afford nothing other than section8,
will scape one day Am gonna make her proud.
But now, I'm dropped out of school, sittin in drug spot,
bagging up weed while my older brother slung rocks
Trying to get paid, watching for them punk cops,
If they run a raid, them gonna be ducking these gun shoots
end of the raw shit do it like Scarface!
banging on the news helicopter in the car chase
this is the point where adrenaline make your heart raise,
fuck sleeping under the jail cause of a narc case
Wasn't the life I aim to choose,
a nigga could've been the next Langston Hughes
But I landed in a plase where you could get shot in the face
by a young banger trying to pay gangsta do's
How In Tha Fuck! could I change my views,
when I had to stabbed a nigga for trying to take my shoes
Never won much but I hate to loose,
only way that you could relate, is if you play The Blues
That was back when but even back then,
Mamma made men, out of the boys in the house
And I remember coming home, fresh from a shootout,
this is what she said with a joint in her mouth,
She told me "Life As A Shorty Shouldn't Be So Rough"


Chorus:

I got my hat low, White T on
Gun in my waist, I'm a gangsta mayne
Flat broke living in the hood,
gotta get money so I jumped in the game
So many people I know, get killed like it ain't no thang
To you it's crasy I know, Real niggas gon feel my pain

Hat low, white T on
Gun in my waist, I'm a gangsta mayne
Flat broke living in the hood,
Gotta get money so I jumped in the game
So many people I know, get killed like it ain't no thang
To you it's crasy I know, real niggas gon feel my pain


Outro:

Yeah
my life man
This is my life
I was manufacture in the hood man
read the label...

Read the label thy got stitched on the back of my neck (rebel music)
Its says "made in America... Getto America"

Ya Heard.



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